The Irresistible Miss Peppiwell (Scandalous House of Calydon 2)

“I have never felt the way I feel now,” she said with a gasp. “I can feel a heat from you, a craving, and I want it. I want it all.”

His eyes hooded, and she gasped again as he pulled out and shifted down her body. He dipped and sliced his tongue along her slit. His teeth grazed roughly over her aching nub, spiking a deeper desire into her body. He cupped her buttocks in both his palms, tilting her hips and pressing her core to his mouth. His kiss was deep and erotic. He held her under the lash of his tongue, soaking up the hot cries she could not rein in. He feasted, curling his tongue deep inside her, and she spasmed against his mouth.

She rocked against him, wrapped in steaming sensuality, breathless cries echoing from her lips. His teeth closed over her, and she moaned in complete abandon. He nipped her once, twice, three times, then sucked. Her back arched off the bed. Sweat slicked her skin, and desire roared through her. The muscles in her legs strained, she trembled.

Aroused curiosity licked at her consciousness as his fingers trailed her wetness in the crack of her buttocks, rousing nerve endings to life, teasing an entrance she never knew could be touched sexually. She met his wicked gaze and his slow smile had her shaking in need.

He brought his hands down sharply on her center, ripping a wail of tormented pleasure from her. Her mind hazed in shock at the savage feeling of lust that tore through her at the stinging slap that vibrated through her core. She jerked at the delicious friction, at the landing of a second slap.

“There are so many things I want to do to you,” he growled, hot lust firing in his eyes. “Things society does not approve of.”

Dark, dangerous need rose in her, and shivers of unending sensation racked her. She hadn’t known lust could be so powerful, so all-consuming, and she dripped with want. “You know how I feel about their rules.”

“I do, thank God.”

He parted her thighs, mounting her again, and plunged inside her in one quick, hard movement. Her lips opened but no sound escaped. Her breath strangled and her flesh burned as she adjusted to the thick invasion of his body into hers.

“Anthony,” she moaned.

He leaned in, sinking deeper, drawing a guttural moan from her. His fingers curled around her wrists, drawing them up around his neck.

“Hold on,” he commanded, her only warning as his hips recoiled and slammed home.

She cried out at the overwhelming sensation. He held her gaze, refusing to release her, and began to ride her in a deep, hard, beautiful rhythm. It was ecstasy, the most nerve-racking pleasure she had ever felt. She writhed beneath him, hips arching, craving to get closer.

She clasped his shoulders; her head thrashed. Her teeth sank deep into his biceps as exquisite sensations sliced through her body. He changed the angle of his thrust so he drove against her knot of pleasure. Her muscles clenched in desperation, and the need for something more fired in her.

“Anthony, more!” she cried. The pleasure was immense, consuming her control. She was tethered on a precipice of pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. He slammed harder, deeper.

And then she screamed, splintered, and fell.

A relentless need burned Anthony’s eyes upon seeing her walls completely shattered. She couldn’t stop the whimpers and moans that burst raggedly from her lips. He groaned with each whimper, with each of her nips and bites, when she clenched and bathed his length in her pleasure. He arched her hips higher, and drove into her with even more hunger.

She exploded again, screaming and bucking into his thrusts, and he did not stop.

“Again,” he snarled.

He opened her wider to his thrusts, and she wrapped her legs higher around the middle of his back. Again ravenous desire filled her, and she sank into it. He drowned her in pleasure. He took her lips roughly; his hips thrust harder with every stroke. He swallowed her renewed cries, her second surrender, and held her tight as she trembled and spasmed. Then his orgasm hit, surrounding her, enveloping her, more powerful than anything she had ever felt, and a savage roar tore from him as their releases merged.

Chapter Twelve

Phillipa awoke slowly, her senses alive. Her skin tingled, and an erection prodded her from behind. The embers from the fire in the hearth barely sparked in the dimly lit bedroom. She started to turn and face Anthony but his hand stilled her. She remained on her side curved into his heat. He eased one of his legs between hers, and a finger probed at her core.

She winced. She felt sore. She bit her lower lip as he started to push into her. His hand snaked across her waist and delved through her curls. His thumb gently circled, and languorous pleasure swept through her body, making her flesh more pliant.

He forged in deep and sure, hips rolling to the rhythm of the rain that pattered against the windows. She should be cold with the fire dying in the room, but she burned. The pleasure was softer, sweeter than it had been over the past few hours in his arms. One hand caressed her breast, with fingers teasing her nipple, while the other remained rubbing her pleasure spot. With a final push, he sheathed himself to the hilt inside her.

“Mmm…” she murmured.

“Feel how hot and incredibly slick you are,” he muttered at her ear, his voice husky with arousal. “I love your sensuality, your passion, how wet you get for me.” He pressed a kiss against the base of her neck, soothing and arousing at the same time.

She whimpered, unsure how he knew. Even though so gentle, he went deep, and her core ached for him. His hip surged, and he picked up a rhythm that had her body weeping with delight. Sweat slicked their skin, and she gasped as he shifted his legs between hers, widening her a little farther, sinking deeper still.

She groaned, trembled, and pressed into his heat that curved behind her so deliciously. Hours seemed to pass as he rode her in the darkened bedchamber. He never increased his tempo and the heat spiraled slower, but was vicious in its intensity. Her release swept over her, scorching in its immensity.

He gently pulled out from her, her flesh almost unwilling to let him go. He was still hard and he shifted, adjusting himself.

“Are you not going to…?”

“No, I am contented.” He lifted her hair from her shoulders and pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder.

“Are you sure?”

“Phillipa, I know you are sore after our excessive night.”

She still wanted to please him, but she knew he was correct. He’d already loved her four times, and her thighs and inside her ached, and her flesh felt incredibly tender.

“Is there no other way to please you?” she asked.

“I am pleased. Sleep,” he ordered.

She thought about it, her brows furrowing in concentration. “When you place your mouth between my legs, I felt waves of pleasure. Would it be the same for you if I took you in my mouth?”

“Hell!” His muscles went rigid around her.

The idea unfurled within her and a smile bloomed. He said nothing save his curse, but he went harder behind her.

She turned and shrugged off the sheets. His eyes hooded, and she grinned. He did not stop her removing the coverlet. Fascination held her as she thought about him feeling as aroused as she did when he kissed her there. For the long night he’d been the one in control. He had kissed, licked, and pleasured her in ways that left her limp but always wanting more. And he’d always given her what she needed.

Now it was her turn.

Phillipa skimmed her hands over his firm abdomen, loving his body. His stomach and chest were rigidly sculpted. Hi

s body was beautiful. She kissed his stomach, reveling in his strength and heat. Anthony’s erection stood heavy and hard. She had thought to kiss his lips, neck, and body as he did hers, but instead she went straight for his length. She shimmied down, her hands resting against his muscular thighs. They bunched, and she felt pleased that he anticipated her touch.

Oh, yes. This would be as pleasurable for her as it was for him.

Phillipa licked him, a slow, sensuous glide that had Anthony’s stomach rippling. A groan slipped from him as he savored the wet heat of her mouth on his cock. Her hands fluttered to his chest, and she reared up as she touched and learned him. He inhaled deeply, to restrain his need, so he would give her all the time she needed to indulge her pleasures. And his.

She started tentative, curious. He watched, enthralled by the heated sensuality that darkened her eyes. Her tongue stroked over the broad head of his erection, and she suckled him slowly. She released it from her mouth with a wet, sucking sound, and he groaned.

Her lips trailed down the rigid length. His balls ached, and he almost shouted as her wet tongue caressed them. She noted his reaction and her feminine smile of lasciviousness enraptured him. She was bloody perfect. With his reaction guiding her, she licked his balls in broad, wet sweeps. Lust shivered into him and tingled up to the tip of his cock, flexing it. Her hair cascaded over her face, obscuring his view, and he gripped it, wrapping it around his hand.

Hell. He was drowning in the wet heat of her mouth. She scorched him with her carnality and beguiled him with the innocent greed she took him with.

With innate instinct, she released him from her mouth and crawled on top of him. Her body swayed with lush eroticism, and she straddled him with her hips. She straightened, and her hair rippled from his hand in fiery tresses.

She stole his breath.

Her nether curls glistened, and wetness seeped along her inner thighs. She gripped him in her hand, and he saw no reserve as she held his gaze and slowly sank onto him.